Monday, July 30, 2012

fadil's DREAM




The Liaquat-Nehru Pact was signed between India and Pakistan, and it provided a ‘bill of rights’ for the minorities of both the countries. According to the agreement, both the governments ensured equality of citizenship, irrespective of religion. A security in respect of life, culture, property and personal honor was assured to the minorities throughout its territories....

Fadil’s town was very near the border, since people in the neighborhood were migrating to the newly promised homeland, Pakistan. So, he also decided to cross the border over with others. But, his wife, Razia was not interested in disrupting her settled domestic life. The new promises, anticipation of new settlements didn't allure her much. Migrating to Pakistan, she believed was not an option at all; for she believed good faith and good deeds would offer them a better life in India itself. Fadil tried to explain,... but Razia kept protesting against the hectic and uncertain shift. 


Fadil stood there helplessly for sometime and then, heaving a sigh when he was about to leave, ...Razia spoke, but in a well composed-manner this time. 'Our friends have taken us under their wings and given us refuge, when ever we needed them.... HindusMuslimsSikhs are all living peacefully in our neighborhood; I'm convinced, this migration would lead to chaos ...confusion in the end.' Razia glancing at her husband with an element of disappointment, pleaded, ' you can't be sure, right?'


Fadil,  slapping his head, barked,' No...that's easy for you to say. You wouldn't understand the political intricacies. Start packing things immediately, we should move out tonight before things start falling here'. He waited to assess the impact of his words...But, Razia apparently wasn't convinced; a sudden gust blew her hair across her face. She tossed it back angrily and stood up. But then, she slowly restrained herself. She knew some sacrifices ought to be made for survival. But, she became obsessively quiet; her dark veil kept her emotions covered till the evening.


Dark clouds were engulfing the town from the west. The family had early dinner. After dinner, Razia stood up abruptly, tugged at the cloth that covered her face and stalked over to the spiral staircase and disappeared into its abyss. Her borkha screamed as she ducked past her husband.


Fadil was sure that Razia had gone to the Sehgal's residence to say goodbye; but with horror he suddenly remembered that some people were watching them, recording their every move, waiting for them to slip up...and moreover, it wasn't safe for the ladies, so he decided to fetch her. Faiz, their son was fast asleep; looking at him he thought of the crow-babies in the inky darkness. He kissed the boy.


'Hu.rr', he burped and just as he was getting ready to go ..... 


There was a screeching sound outside, He leaned out of the window. Razia was lying in a pool of blood. An Army truck had crushed her to death while she was crossing the road. A few security people were around her…. But, before Fadil could reach the spot, they picked up the body in the van and whisked away. The ghastly scene drained all the colors out of his face… neighbors tried to peek out through their windows; turned away. 


 Fadil started feeling claustrophobic now and the stillness scared him... The caravan left an hour back. He had no idea how long he'd been sitting there when he felt a gentle tug on his shoulder. Startled he turned around; Faiz, was standing with his grubby baby hands outstretched.

Fadil grabbed them, kissed them. He avoided looking into his eyes and threw the child on his shoulders and moved out of the house hurriedly…a lone policeman was loitering outside in the alley. The sky that was overcast earlier, turned ominously dark now. The air was crisp and cold. The first drops of rain began to patter…He wrapped Faiz with a dark blanket and started walking. Two little feet gently wedged around his father's neck, went flying up and down rhythmically as they rushed through the wet and squelchy road. 


Silhouetted against the black background; the road was looking like a deserted ghost-world ... . Faiz drew his arms together, balancing himself, he placed them on his father's turbaned head .…Faiz was looking exhausted, but his beautiful charcoal eyes were visibly relaxed, ready to gossip all through the night. He lowered his head, came face to face and whispered,' ‘Abbu,... where ARE we going?...and where’s Ammi…? Take me to her, I am hung-ree..’ this time he sounded  a bit troubled and worried.


Fadil didn't answer, he kept walking, carefully preserving his pride and propriety. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. Suddenly Faiz's left hand came searching, caressing his cheeks...and pulled back. His small palm glistened with tears. He gently leaned his head, back on his father' head...he could see rows and rows of bullock carts clambering across the ditch into the fields, fanning out puffs of excitement in the distance. A cold wind blowing through the hills drifted him to sleep.


The call for prayer; the melodious Azan  was emerging from the mosque turrets; it came caressing the winds and clouds towards the caravan...and woke up Faiz from his brief slumber; the rays of the rising sun had tinged the skyline....a new beginning awed, exhilarated and reassured him...


Fadil kept walking with a mixture of feelings running through his mind. He didn't know where ultimately his feet will come to rest.

 It is bewildering to suddenly lose one’s roots, and become 'A NOBODY', he paused contemplatively. The words were haunting him today. It took him a long time to understand Razia's dictum- 'home is where the heart is...' 


 Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters are fictional and of my own creation. The place, time and incidents are purely fictional....



This post is part of the contest A picture can say a thousand words.. on WriteUpCafe.com

62 comments:

  1. its a nice post
    all the best for the contest !

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    1. Thanks Rahul for your time...:)Good to see you always!

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  2. Very nicely done Panchali di! And yes home is where the heart is! Loved it!

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    1. Thanks Rajrupa. Coming from you...am thrilled:)xoxo

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    2. :O That reply of yours itself is a big compliment Panchali di for me.... But truly I thoroughly enjoy your writing!

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    3. awww...Thank you so much, Rajrupa. I will cherish your words always...!! xoxo

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  3. Lovely... All the best!

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    1. Raghav,

      Welcome!!I think, this is your first time here. Thanks for your visit and comment..:)Hope to see you more on these pages..

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  4. great write up....all d bst for the contest ..alot of ppl are in this contest...fierce competition,all d bst..:)

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    1. Thanks a bunch, Saikat,

      At my age, I am not keen on winning, it's just that the picture looked challenging..hence ended up writing a long one!! :P

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  5. Best of luck Panchali di..a heart touching story, finely penned..

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    1. Thanks a ton, Ranita for that wonderful feedback.Glad you liked it...:)))

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  6. Very well written. Heart-rending story. Good Luck to you.

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    1. Welcome to my space, SG!! Thanks for your kind words of encouragement..hope you come here more often..:))))
      Thanks!!

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  7. amazing .... it really touches the heart ! I sincerely wish you all the best for the contest ...

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    1. TTT!! I am now impressed with myself... and I mean that seriously. What a compliment..!Thank you...thank you!
      And I am constitutionally unfit to be a winner...LOL
      Thanks for being here:)

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  8. Fantastic post.
    I am delighted.
    Best regards.
    Lucia

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    1. Lucja_Maria,

      Am also delighted to have you here! Thank you so much. I will cherish your words always...
      xoxo

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  9. This one brought tears to my eyes. It was such an emotionally charged narrative that it pierced the heart. Profound and moving, this story would make anyone’s eyes wet. Brilliantly written. All the best for the competition.

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    1. This... coming from YOU....!!!! You've floored me, Raj....!!!!! What a compliment..!Thanks for your patience in reading it all...Am absolutely gratified :)
      Thanks a million!

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  10. all the best Panchaliji. It made my heart heavy. Beautifully penned!

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    1. Rachna,
      Being able to 'find' you - was a revelation - to say the least:)) Its such a pleasure to interact with you.. :)))Thanks for the compliments!

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  11. ..wonderful Panchali! very well written:) All the best!

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    1. Amit, For you to say you enjoyed the offering more than justifies my labor. Thank you.:)

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  12. Such a traumatic event for so many.... you have brought out the pain and the anguish beautifully!

    A winner!!

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    1. Deepak,

      Thanks for your patience in reading it all...That was truly impressive considering the story has morphed into a mini storybook :P
      Thanks for the wonderful words of encouragement:))))))Please do visit again.

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  13. dear Panchalidi,

    A love the way you have written this. Very realistic. All the best :)

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    1. dear ghaz.....oh, that pleases me... VERY much. :))))) Thanks for the patient reading. I am glad you liked the story...!! xoxo

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  14. Very realistically narrated. Emotions captured beautifully.

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    1. TF...the one reading had to feel the pain to be real.. because of the pain... the devastation... seemed real. it is always sad when the heart gets broken.:((
      Thanks for the patient reading!

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  15. The narration is simply out of the world Panchali. Loved it. Good Luck.

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    1. Jayashree,
      Oh, I was waiting for your comment!:))
      Thank so much for that lovely comment. your words warm my heart... :))Thanks for coming by...and I hope you will always have time to read my blogs. xoxo

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  16. Very well written. partition was very painful everyone at the ground level.

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    1. Rajesh,
      No doubt at all, partition created historical traumas. Thanks so much for the time. I wish I could tell you how good it feels to be appreciated by one with discernment. :)
      Thanks !!

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  17. You have written very nicely. I agree that home is where heart is. That is why whenever my friends talk of bring their parents to their place in a metro, I tell them not to displace them from their home.
    Sabyasachi

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    1. Sabyasachi,

      Thank you so much for your unstinting validation, it adds value to my blog. I do appreciate! :)))
      Do visit again:)

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  18. That was a very powerful picture. Now there's a powerful story to go with it; my heart goes out to the father son duo.
    Beautifully written, as always.

    All the very best.

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    1. Divya,

      Thanks for your patience in reading it all first of all and thanks for the wonderful feedback..:)))))
      Yes, the picture is very expressive...especially those eyes!! Happy to note that you liked it...this justifies my labor.
      Thank you.:)

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  19. touching story...best ofluck for the contest

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    1. Welcome to my space, Gunjan. Thans for beinh here with your appreciative comment. Am delighted :)
      Hope to see you more on these pages. Thank you!!

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  20. Love the narration dear :)

    love
    http://www.meghasarin.blogspot.com

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    1. Thanks Megha for that wonderful feedback. shall check out your link soon...

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  21. Very heart felt and heart warming! Such beautiful expressions, really touched my heart... wish you all the very best for the contest :)

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    1. Thanks a lot, Arti for the warm wishes and comment..!!Coming from you that's quite a compliment...! Allow me to feel flattered. Thanks !!!:))

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  22. It was a very emotional read. Actually it is one of the best entries for the contest.

    All the best Ma'am.:)

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    1. Aww Saru, Did I ever tell you, how I feel thrilled each time you come to my space...? You really know how to make people feel good....:))

      Thanks for the comment...I am glad you were touched. It is a gift to me, one I appreciate deeply.

      Thanks for coming by...

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    2. Just one thing to say, Glad to find you on blogosphere:)

      XOXOXO :)

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    3. Awww, Saru...I wanted to say that first.... ♥ You are such a wonderful person apart from being such a fantastic writer!!You are a big source of inspiration for everyone here. May God bless you, my dear.
      love n hugzz:)

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  23. I liked the voice in your head that brought out the real sentiment of the story. Lovely :)

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    1. Good...! So, you heard the echoes...I feel blessed:) Thanks for stopping by, goingbeyondthepages...and welcome here!
      (btw, I think, the real sentiments come from the heart...and not from the head!!)
      Thanks anyway!

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  24. Beautiful story, Panchali. Reading your stories after a long time--such joy. I love how you always manage to give the weak agency, voice in your story. Many storywriters take away the voice of children in their stories and only write about their baby arms and their unending vulnerablity. But in your story, Faiz has agency--he knows his dad is crying and quietly empathizes and shows care. I loved that aspect the most...:)

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    1. Awww..Bhavana,Thank you so much for the appreciation... I feel gorged with delight... How well you know how to make people feel good!!:)
      I know I am feeling euphoric.. :)))

      Thank you for the thumbs up... so strategically place. :)))xoxo

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  25. what a touching narration!
    all the best :)

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    1. Thank you for dropping in, Sohini... it was pleasure... as always..:))))

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  26. Very touching and beautifully penned.. The images seem to come alive through your words.. I love the way you weaved in the trauma of partition :)
    All the best for the contest!!

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    1. Neenu, Welcome tto my space :)Love to see you here...! I am so thrilled you enjoyed this.. :)))
      Now ince we have met, would like to see u more often here! That Shawarma blog is still in my mind!:-)
      Thanks!

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  27. The lucidity of the post is creditable... Enjoyed reading the story and loved the end :) Good Luck for the contest!!

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    1. Welcome to my space, Amruta :)
      I am glad you liked it, thanks for your wonderful feedback and visit . :))Do visit again, please :)

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  28. You are an amazing writer and this piece broken my heart completely. Only powerful writing can do that.

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    1. Kristen!! Do good to have you here again...Thanks for the praise...am so lucky to have a reader like you with discernment... :))))
      Please do visit again. Thanks a ton for the patience...xoxo

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  29. very well written!
    All the very best Panchali Di!

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    1. Thanks a bunch, Priyanka :)) And a warm welcome to my page!! All the best to you too!! Hope to see you more on these pages...

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